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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.

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HANDYMAN ♡ Rafe Cameron

Rafe wants to show his girlfriend he's not a lazy bastard.

content: face fucking, dick slapping, facial, degradation, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe wasn’t thrilled about this. Hammer in one hand, a nail in the other, he stood on his tiptoes, trying to line up the stupid picture frame of them his girlfriend had been nagging him to hang. The wall of her cramped little bedroom was a patchwork of frames fairy lights and even a pair of angel wings she used for Halloween once, and now he was stuck playing handyman. He’d never done this shit before, but he grit his teeth and kept going. He wanted to prove something to her, to show her he wasn’t just some lazy asshole. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his arms ached, and the monotony was driving him up the wall, ironically, the very one he was working on.

“Rafe, a little to the left,” She chirped from behind him, her voice soft but tinged with that bossy edge that made his jaw tighten.

He grumbled under his breath, shifting the frame, the hammer slipping slightly in his grip. He was about to snap at her when he turned his head and caught her staring, not at the frame, not at his clumsy handiwork but lower. Her wide blue eyes were locked on the bulge in his shorts, the thin fabric clinging to him after all the moving around. Her lips parted slightly, a flush creeping up her neck, and Rafe’s irritation melted into something hotter, darker.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teased, dropping the hammer onto the bed with a soft thud. He stepped closer, towering over her petite frame, his voice dipping low. “You’re supposed to be helping me, not drooling over my dick.”

Her cheeks went crimson, but she didn’t look away. She bit her lip, that shy little habit that drove him fucking wild, and mumbled, “I wasn’t—”

“Bullshit,” he cut her off, grabbing her chin roughly and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? Dirty little slut.” His words were sharp, dripping with mockery, but his cock twitched in his shorts at the way her eyes widened, pupils blown with want. He let go of her chin and palmed himself through the fabric, watching her squirm. “Guess I’ll have to give you something better to stare at.”

Before she could protest, Rafe yanked his shorts down, his thick, heavy cock springing free. It bobbed in front of her face, already half-hard from her shameless gawking. Her breath hitched, and he didn’t miss the way her thighs pressed together.

“On your knees,” he ordered, voice gravelly, and when she hesitated for half a second, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her down himself. She yelped, hitting the carpet with a soft thud, her hands instinctively reaching for his thighs.

“Open that pretty fucking mouth,” he growled, giving her hair a sharp tug. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sting, and fuck, that made his dick throb even more. She obeyed, lips parting, and he didn’t waste time. He slapped his cock against her cheek, once, twice,the wet smack echoing in the quiet room. “You like that, don’t you? Filthy little thing.”

She whimpered, nodding faintly, and he grinned, slapping her other cheek with his dick, leaving a faint smear of precum on her skin.

Without warning, he shoved himself into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat in one thrust. She gagged hard, her hands gripping his thighs as spit dribbled down her chin.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Rafe groaned, his hips rocking forward. He held her head in place with both hands now, fingers tangled in her hair, and started fucking her face like he owned it. Her throat constricted around him, wet and tight, and the choking sounds she made only spurred him on. “Take it, you greedy little whore. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Tears streamed down her face now, mascara streaking her cheeks, and Rafe couldn’t get enough of it.

“Look at you, crying on my cock—so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. He pulled out just long enough for her to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft, then slapped her across the face with his hand this time, a sharp, stinging crack. She moaned, low and desperate, and he laughed darkly. “You’re such a mess. My perfect little cocksleeve.”

He thrust back in, deeper this time, his balls brushing her chin as he set a brutal pace. Her gags were louder, wetter, her nails digging into his skin, but she didn’t pull away. Rafe tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back and forth to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, choke on it,” he snarled, watching her struggle, loving the way her tears kept falling. “You’re so fucking good at this, baby. My nasty little princess.”

His cock pulsed, the pressure building fast, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with her looking like that, ruined and perfect beneath him.

“Gonna cum all over that pretty face,” he warned, his thrusts growing erratic. He pulled out abruptly, leaving her coughing and gasping, and fisted his cock right in front of her. “Keep that mouth open,” he barked, and she did, tongue out, tears still dripping as she stared up at him with those big, needy eyes.

With a guttural groan, Rafe came hard, ropes of thick, hot cum splattering across her face. It hit her lips, her cheeks, her nose, some landing on her tongue as she whimpered beneath him. He milked every last drop, smearing the tip of his cock through the mess on her skin, painting her with it.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he muttered, breathless, his chest heaving. “Covered in me.”

She blinked up at him, dazed, her face a wreck of tears, spit, and cum. Rafe crouched down, brushing a thumb over her cheek, spreading the mess further.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, softer now, the edge in his voice replaced with something almost tender. “My dirty, perfect girl.”

She smiled weakly, still catching her breath, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her cum-slicked lips, tasting himself on her. The picture frame sat forgotten on the bed, the wall still bare, but neither of them gave a damn.

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INCUBUS ♡ Rafe Cameron

Rafe understood his girl was a virgin... but he couldn't keep it in his pants when she's sleeping.

content: rubbing, oral, rafe being too curious, cumplay, praising, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the faint, rhythmic breathing of his girlfriend as she slept. Rafe lay beside her, his heart thudding in his chest, a familiar heat pooling in his groin. His sweet, innocent girlfriend was a deep sleeper, unreachable in her dreams, her body lax and pliant under the thin sheets. It was his favourite time, these stolen moments in the dead of night when he could indulge in her without her ever knowing.

Her pale thighs peeked out from beneath the blanket, and Rafe’s fingers itched to touch. He slid the fabric up slowly, revealing the curve of her hips and the soft cotton panties clinging to her skin. She didn’t stir. She never did. That was the thrill of it, her complete vulnerability, the way she surrendered to sleep and, unknowingly, to him.

Rafe’s breath hitched as he hooked a finger under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, inch by inch, until they pooled around her ankles. Her legs parted naturally, just enough for him to see the treasure he craved. Her pussy was perfect. He swallowed hard, his cock already straining against his boxers as he reached out to touch.

With trembling fingers, he spread her folds open, exposing the tender flesh within. Her pussy glistened faintly in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, a sheen of natural wetness that made his mouth water. He parted her wider, inspecting every detail, soft and rosy, the tiny stretch of her untouched hole that he’d fantasized about countless times. She was a virgin, his virgin, and though he’d never crossed that final line, he couldn’t resist playing with her like this.

She let out a soft whimper in her sleep, her brows furrowing slightly, but her eyes remained shut. Rafe froze, his heart pounding, but she didn’t wake. The sound, those little moans she made only when she was lost in slumber, sent a jolt straight to his cock. He freed himself from his boxers, his erection springing free, thick and pulsing with need. The tip was already leaking, a bead of precum glistening as he gripped himself and leaned closer to her.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the slick warmth of her pussy against his sensitive skin. Up and down, he dragged himself along her slit, teasing her clit with the tip before sliding back to that tight little hole he ached to fill. He didn’t push in, just pressed the tip against it, feeling the resistance, imagining how she’d stretch around him if he ever gave in. Her body twitched faintly, another sleepy whimper escaping her lips, and Rafe bit back a groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered under his breath, his free hand holding her folds open wider as he worked himself against her. The friction was maddening, the sight of his cock rubbing her pink pussy driving him wild. He dipped lower, letting his shaft glide over her clit, then back to her entrance, leaving a trail of his precum smeared across her skin.

His control slipped further as he leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licked her slowly, savouring the faint saltiness of her arousal mixed with his own. His tongue traced her folds, lapping at her clit before delving lower to circle her hole. He sucked gently, feeling the way her body responded even in sleep, her hips shifting slightly, her breathing hitching. She moaned again, louder this time, a needy little sound that made his cock throb.

Rafe pulled back, panting, and positioned himself over her again. He rubbed harder now, the tip of his cock catching against her entrance with every pass, teasing that stretch he obsessed over. His balls tightened, the pressure building as he watched her pussy glisten with a mix of her wetness and his spit. He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low groan, he came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spilled over her. He aimed for her pussy, painting her pink folds white, watching it drip down her slit and pool at her entrance.

She whimpered again, her legs twitching as his cum coated her, but still, she didn’t wake. Rafe sat back on his heels, chest heaving, admiring his work. Her pussy looked obscene like this, spread open, slick with his release, her hole glistening as if begging for more. He reached out one last time, rubbing his cum into her skin with his fingers, spreading it over her clit and down to her entrance, marking her in a way she’d never know.

He cleaned her up just enough to pull her panties back on, tucking her under the sheets before settling beside her. His pulse still raced, satisfaction curling through him as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, his girlfriend stirred beside him, stretching with a yawn as sunlight spilt into the room. Rafe watched her, his stomach flipping with a mix of guilt and desire. She rubbed her eyes, blinking at him with that shy, sleepy smile he adored.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice soft. Then she frowned, her cheeks flushing faintly. “I had the weirdest dream last night.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, keeping his tone casual. “Oh yeah? What about?”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “It was… I don’t know. Like an incubus or something. I kept feeling… things. Weird, tingly things. Like someone was… touching me.” Her blush deepened, and she laughed nervously. “Crazy, right?”

Rafe’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced a grin, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Yeah, wild. Maybe you’ve got a secret admirer in the dream world... I've got competition."

She giggled, oblivious, and snuggled closer to him. But as she drifted into her usual prayer, Rafe’s mind lingered on the night before, the sounds she’d made, the way her body had responded. He wondered how long he could keep this up before she figured it out… or before he couldn’t stop himself from taking more.

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BLOW YOUR MIND ♡ Rafe C.

Rafe being an insistent bastard after watching too much porn.

content: fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, praising, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe had a mission, and he wasn’t backing down. He’d seen it in those grainy porn videos late at night, girls soaking the sheets, trembling, losing their minds, and he was hell-bent on making his girlfriend do the same. She was sprawled out on her bed, legs spread wide, her body glistening with sweat under the dim glow of her bedside lamp. Her pastel pink sheets were already a mess, damp with her arousal, and her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse from moaning. Rafe’s fingers were buried deep inside her, slick and relentless, his wrist aching from the effort, but he didn’t care. He’d made her cum six times already, six fucking times, and still, no squirt. He wasn’t stopping until he got it.

“Rafe, please,” She whimpered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she squirmed beneath him. Her voice was a broken plea, her hands clawing at the sheets, then at his arm, trying to push him away. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t take anymore!”

Her face was flushed, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her lips swollen from biting them through every orgasm he’d ripped out of her.

“You can, baby,” Rafe growled, his tone low and commanding, though there was a thread of praise woven into it. “I'll blow your mind. I know you’ve got more in you.”

His free hand pinned her hip to the mattress, keeping her still as his other hand worked her over. Two fingers curled inside her, pumping fast and deep, the wet, obscene squelch of her pussy filling the room. His thumb pressed hard against her clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Rafe—oh god, it’s too much!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her seventh orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her whole body convulsed, her toes curling, her nails digging into his forearm. A gush of wetness coated his hand, but it wasn’t enough, not the flood he was chasing. He grinned, feral and determined, licking his lips as he watched her unravel.

“That’s it, princess, cum for me again,” he rasped, his voice dripping with filthy pride. “You’re so fucking perfect, look at you—dripping all over my hand. But we’re not done yet.”

His fingers didn’t slow, didn’t falter, even as his knuckles cramped and his arm burned. He added a third finger, stretching her tight, soaked heat, and she screamed, her hips bucking against his grip.

“No, no, please—I can’t!” Her begging was desperate now, her words slurring as overstimulation turned her brain to mush. Her clit was so sensitive it hurt, every brush of his thumb sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Rafe’s cock twitched in his jeans at the sight. She was a wreck, his wreck, and he fucking loved it.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips, tasting the salt of her tears. “You’re my good girl. You’re gonna squirt for me, I know it. Just let go.”

His fingers pistoned faster, curling harder against that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pressure built, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and he could feel it, she was close, so fucking close.

Her moans turned to high-pitched whines, her head thrashing side to side.

“Rafe—fuck, something’s—oh god!” Her voice cut off in a choked gasp as he pressed down on her lower stomach with his free hand, his fingers slamming into her g-spot with brutal precision. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, and then it happened.

A hot, forceful rush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking his hand, his arm, the bed beneath them. She squirted hard, the clear fluid drenching everything in its path, and Rafe let out a triumphant, “Fuck yes!” as he kept going, milking every last drop from her.

Her body shook violently, her thighs clamping around his wrist, but he didn’t stop until she was a boneless, sobbing mess, the sheets ruined beneath her.

“Holy shit, baby,” he panted, finally pulling his dripping fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, savouring her taste. “You did it. You fucking squirted for me.” He crawled over her, cupping her tear-streaked face in his hands, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I’m so proud of you, princess. You’re so goddamn amazing.”

She could barely speak, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body limp and spent, but a faint, exhausted smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re… insane,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Rafe chuckled, brushing damp hair off her forehead.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he teased, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms. The bed was a disaster, his hand ached like hell, and she was still trembling, but fuck, it was worth it. She’d given him exactly what he wanted, and he’d never seen anything hotter.

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WILD DIAMOND ♡ Rafe Cameron

Rafe, unused to strip clubs, is drawn to Cam, a blonde dancer, during a night out to escape his struggles.

content: use of substances, pole dancing, little choking, squirting, orgasm denial, sexual content, +18 pls read at your own risk

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe didn’t usually come to places like this. Strip clubs weren’t his scene—too loud, too tacky, too many desperate eyes looking for a payout he wasn’t willing to give. Tonight, though, was different. Topper had dragged him out, insisting he needed a break.

“Live a little, man,” Topper had said, shoving a drink into his hand. Rafe had relented, but he wasn’t here to buy anything. Not a lap dance, not a girl, not a damn thing.

The club pulsed with neon and bass, a haze of smoke curling through the air. Rafe leaned back in the leather booth, nursing a whisky he barely sipped, his jaw tight as he scanned the room. Then he saw her. Blonde hair spilling down her back, tanned skin gleaming under the lights, she moved on the pole like gravity didn’t exist. Graceful, fluid, every twist, and spin a tease that hooked him deep in his gut. Cam, they called her, the diamond of the club. He’d overheard it from the bouncer, and now he couldn’t look away.

She caught his stare mid-spin, her blue eyes locking onto his with a smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing. She spun around the pole, long slender legs almost floating in those striking clear, strappy heels adorned with pink fur trim, the diamonds of her chest chain bra and panties catching the light with every move. Rafe’s grip tightened on his glass, the ice clinking as his pulse kicked up. He wasn’t used to this, wanting something he couldn’t just take. But Cam wasn’t some random girl; she was a goddamn vision, and he was already half-hard just watching her.

The song ended, and she slid off the pole, sauntering toward the bar, the diamonds on her bra and panties sparkling with each step, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Rafe didn’t think, just moved. He cut through the crowd, ignoring Topper’s confused shout, and slid onto the stool beside her. Up close, she was even better. Sweat glistening on her collarbone, glossy lips parted as she caught her breath. She glanced at him, arching a brow.

“You don’t look like the type,” she said, voice smooth like velvet, a hint of amusement in it.

“I’m not,” he replied, leaning closer, the whisky on his tongue loosening him up. “But you’re making me reconsider.”

Cam laughed, low and sultry, and ordered a shot of tequila. “Flattery’s cheap. You got anything better?”

He smirked, pulling a small vial from his pocket, coke, a leftover temptation he’d kept for emergencies. He tapped a line onto the bar’s edge, quick and discreet, and offered her the rolled bill. “How’s this?”

Her eyes lit up, and she took it, snorting the line with a practised ease that made his blood heat. She handed the bill back, licking her lips. “That’s more like it. What’s your name, pretty boy?”

“Rafe,” he said, watching her pupils dilate. “And you’re Cam, right?”

“Guilty,” she purred, stepping closer, her thigh brushing his.

He didn’t say anything—just slid a hand to her waist, tugging her toward the private rooms in the back. She didn’t resist, leading him through a curtained doorway, the thump of music fading behind them. The room was dim, a single red bulb casting shadows over a velvet couch. Rafe didn’t waste time, he pushed her against the wall, lips crashing onto hers, tasting salt and tequila as his hands roamed her curves.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he growled against her mouth, one hand sliding up to her throat. His fingers tightened, just enough to feel her pulse jump, and she moaned, arching into him. “Dancing like that, teasing every bastard out there... you love it, don’t you?”

“Only when they’re worth it,” she gasped, smirking even as he squeezed harder, her breath hitching. “Are you worthy, Rafe?”

“I'll show you I am,” he muttered as he undid the clasp of her diamond chest chain bra, letting it fall away. Her tits bounced free, and he groaned, palming them rough enough to make her whimper. “Look at you—fucking perfect tits.”

She grinned, bratty and bold, and shoved him toward the couch. He let her, sprawling back as she straddled him, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. The coke buzzed through him, sharpening every sensation, and he gripped her hips, guiding her harder.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice thick. “Ride me like you mean it, baby.”

Cam unzipped him with deft fingers, freeing his cock, already leaking for her. She didn’t tease—sank down onto him in one slick, tight slide, her heat swallowing him whole. Rafe’s head tipped back, a guttural “Fuck” escaping as she started moving, fast and filthy, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped, one hand returning to her throat, choking her again as he thrust up to meet her. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes,” she moaned, voice breaking as he tightened his grip, her eyes rolling back. The way he talked spurred her on, her pace turning frantic, the wet slap of skin filling the room. He felt her clench around him, tight and pulsing, and he smirked, knowing she was close.

“Not yet,” he growled, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. He pinned her down, one hand still on her throat, the other hitching her leg over his shoulder. “You cum when I say, got it?” He pounded into her, relentless, the couch creaking under them. Her moans turned to cries, then to desperate, wordless pleas as he pushed her past her limit.

“Rafe—please—” she sobbed, shaking beneath him, her body a live wire. He grinned, loving how wrecked she looked, how dumb with pleasure.

“Cum for me, love,” he ordered, choking her harder, his thrusts brutal. “Squirt all over me—show me what a mess you are.”

She shattered with a scream, her body convulsing as she came, a hot gush soaking his cock and thighs. The sight, her squirting, trembling, completely undone, snapped his control. He thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, spilling into her with a ragged groan, his grip on her throat easing as he rode it out.

They collapsed together, panting, her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. Rafe traced a lazy line down her chest, smirking.

“Worth every penny I didn’t spend,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

Cam laughed, breathless, nudging him. “Next time, you’re buying the tequila.”

He didn’t argue, next time sounded damn good.

P. 2 (SOON)

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hii!! im dolly and welcome to my blog. i'll be posting some content (imagines basically bc i have nothing to do while im on holidays).

about me: 20yo - infp - leo. pronouns she/her. my fav colours are pink and black. i'm obsessed with fashion, and I'll be writing about my favs, but I'm open to request. eng and spn (english is not my first language)!!!

character.ai: @urfavbl0ndie

• any request or question by the question box, please!!

some of the content:

♡ MALEDUCATA - Rafe Cameron (soon)

♡ WILD DIAMOND - Rafe Cameron

♡ ANNIVERSARY - Rafe Cameron (soon)

♡ PRNSTAR - Drew Starkey (soon)

♡ INCUBUS - Rafe Cameron

♡ BLOW YOUR MIND - Rafe Cameron

♡ HANDYMAN - Rafe Cameron

(+) if u are a minor pls do not interact with my writings bc they'll have a lot of sensitive topics.